How to post your writing introduction to the writing workshop, part 4

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Posting your writing

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[Sam]

I saw your prompt that included knitting needles, and thought I'd share this, although I have to admit I wrote it a few years ago.

"Jewel Tones"

For twenty-five dollars
my mother can dress your feet.
You send her a check,
and she'll send you jewel tones.

My mother can dress your feet,
she does it by hand, with fingers curled as a reflex.
She'll send you jewel tones.
Around needles, without thought

she does it by hand, with fingers curled as a reflex.
Intricate toes and heels form tubular
around needles, without thought
my mother knits.

Intricate toes and heels form tubular.
One hand over the other,
my mother knits;
she doesn't need to think anymore.

One hand over the other,
knit one, purl two,
she doesn't need to think anymore,
lost in knitter's repetition.

Knit one, purl two,
while the television blares she
is lost in knitter's repetition,
her private concerto.

While the television blares she
works in jewel tones,
her private concerto,
with lips moving in the counting.

She works in jewel tones
and large glasses sliding down her nose
with lips moving in the counting
as a sign of her concentration.

Large glasses sliding down her nose,
inaudibly whispering to herself
is a sign of her concentration.
But she holds back her world.

Inaudibly whispering to herself
for if she let her excitement out
-she holds back her world-
she might disturb our TV show.

If she let her excitement out
in unraveling emotions in the family room
she might disturb our TV show,
or we might disturb her.

In unraveling emotions in the family room
sometimes instead of the sitcom, I watch her
but not to disturb her,
her inner world that non of us enter.

Sometimes instead of the sitcom, I watch her
knitting, her way to escape
into her inner world that none of us enter
where beautiful things are born.

Knitting, her way to escape,
making socks instead of time
where beautiful things are born
in a now empty nest.

Making socks instead of time,
the lines of worlds fade, and all that's left
in a now empty nest
are the lines of corrugated yarn in a spiral design.

The lines of worlds fade, and all that's left
is wrapped around needles, lips, and hearts.
The lines of corrugated yarn in a spiral design
coming together in knots,

wrapped around needles, lips, and hearts.
A pair of jewel-toned socks
coming together in knots.
And she'll send them to you,

a pair of jewel-toned socks.
You send her a check
and she'll send them to you
for twenty-five dollars.

[Gwendolen]

Sam--this is glorious! Thank you for sharing! I'm a knitter, and I gasped.
Wonderful to have a visiting poet.
GG

[Buy Propecia]

hey great post !! I like to be the other other mother too lol

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[Gwendolen Gross]

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[Michael]

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[Marianne]

What if you suddenly awoke to find yourself looking at a long hallway with lots of doors? The doors are all the same. Unsure of how you came to be here, your intuition telling you this isn't one of those "normal" hallway of doors where you get to pick one and win a car like on those gameshows your mother loves to watch.
Out of nowhere, yet everywhere around you, a voice speaks. "Behind these doors are the most important memories that you have in your subconcious from throughout your life. Good and bad. At the end of the hallway is just that, the end. You get to choose three doors (no more and no less once you begin) and change what was happening. However, you do not get to know beforehand which door holds which memory. Your other choice is to walk the hallway straight through to the end and change nothing."
Should she spend eternity happy with the way things were or change it? What do you do when you have your whole death ahead of you?

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